[Proper] Interlude of a sort

[AElf]

"With all the time that has passed since my death I had forgotten how fustrating my uncle can be." the ghost jedi replies with a sighs "It not quite the warm welcome I was hoping for."

[wcshoe]

Crafty continues with whatever it is he is doing, the stars in his fur growing brighter and brighter, until he is glowing like an otter shaped beacon. The glow begins to fade away after about a minute, and as it fades, so does he, until he is just as ghostly as Amanda.

With a squeak of satisfaction, he scampers toward her, holding out a pair of chocolate chip cookies...

[DaiKyuu]

The fox bears teeth as the glow intensifies, then resorts to shielding her eyes with her tails as it gets to the point where it is difficult to look. Once the glow fade, the Kitsune resumes her posture.

"Cryptic, dismissive...  *hmph* Seems less Spirit and more Celestial." The fox remarks, shaking her head for a moment. The twist went down her form, from nose to tail tip, as though shaking off water.

"I've enjoyed the company of one of those....... cookies........ before, though I suggest you only have one made with the love and heart of the baker." She advises Amanda, though given the feral grin that followed the statement, it's hard to say if the fox was speaking metaphorically. 

[AElf]

Amanda gives a slight nod to the fox if only to show that she was listening.

As the otter scampers up to her, the ghost jedi kneels down to be more on his level.

“You realize that with me being dead I can’t eat, even though the thought of enjoying a cookie would be wonderful.”  Still she reached out for one of the offered cookies, as if not to hurt the critters feelings

[wcshoe]

When she touches the cookie, she is surprised to feel it as solid as she seems to be to herself. Apparently, the little purveyor of baked goods now exists on the same plane of reality as she does. A look of otter smugness is on the critter's face, as he watches her take the cookie.

[AElf]

Amanda does a quick glance at Hyran before returning her gaze to the otter “Smugness, you realize has been the down fall of many”  she states even as she holds the cookie closer to her face to see if maybe it has a scent to it as well as a ‘solidness’ 

[wcshoe]

It does have a scent, but at the same time, Amanda can sense that the scent as well as the cookie itself exist only in the Force...

[AElf]

The ghost jedi reaches out her free hand to scritch behind one of the otter’s ear. He closes her eyes and inhales the ‘scent’ of the cookie again as she stands. Then, she takes a tentative bite; one filed with hope but bracing for disappointment.

[wcshoe]

It is an example of what the perfect chocolate chip cookie should be. Having been created solely by the force of will by one that has studied the chocolate chip cookie more avidly than anything else for years, one who has devoted his life to sharing cookies with others, this cookie is a sensory overload to one that has never had such a baked item. It inspires both joy and sadness, for while it is loved while being consumed, the being eating it knows that it will soon be over...

[AElf]

Amanda takes another bite then stands up and carefully places the rest of the cokie in one of her pouches

"So back to this Avatar House thing..."

[wcshoe]

Crafty goes through his glowing routine once more. This time when it is over, he is back to his normal (as normal as a Celestial Otter gets) self. He politely offers cookies to all the solid type folks that are present.

[DaiKyuu]

The vixen seems all too eager to accept the offering from the Celestial Otter, and gives her faceless companion a look. "Ahem..."

The ghost snaps to attention, and scrambles over to the Kitsune and the Otter, gently grasping the offered cookie and holding it up, in offering and respect. A smirk crosses her features as she gives the cookie a sniff of inspection. Moist, soft, delicious, but where was the.... ahhhh, there it was. The Love. The Hope. The very stuff of pride and respect. A worthy offering.

The vixen beared fangs, her teeth shimmering the faintest blue, before she took a generous bite. When she pulled back, though... the cookie was still intact. Its form untouched, even to the point of looking like it hadn't been bitten. But... there was a difference. The cookie where she bit seemed... dry. Stale. Store Bought. Everything that made it a cookie was still there, but what made it special was gone.

Content, the vixen gave the cookie another bite, this time with teeth like pearl, and bit clean through the cookie's form, pulling back crumbs from where she nearly bit her servant's fingers off. "Masterfully delivered and offered, and prepared with all the Love one could hope for."

[wcshoe]

Crafty glances at Hyran, who nods in agreement to something unsaid. Reaching to his throat, the Healer speaks clearly. "I suppose alphabetical order is as good as any. Cappy Zoom of House Ares will be first."

[AElf]

“Ares? What does that represent?”

[wcshoe]

"Ares? The weaponmasters."